tirsdag den 18. september 2012

Conquering Longs Peak

We did it!
We climbed Longs Peak this weekend, September 15-16th. Longs Peak is the most famous fourteener (mountain higher than 14000 feet, red.) in Colorado. A sheer 14259 ft high (4,3 km) and the highest mountain in Rocky Mountain National Park. It has been romantisized for centuries and cost many alpiners and mountainers their lives. This is a place where you need a sturdy foot and a clear head. Any time a storm can whip up within a few hours bringing strong winds, rain, snow, hail and not least lightning. As the pictures will reveal this is not a place to be caught in bad weather. Since I started reading about the fourteeners, I have dreamt of climbing Longs Peak. Special inspiration came from the letter collections written by Isabella L. Bird in 1873 and the very informative webpage www.14ers.com which has trail descriptions and mountain weather forcasts and loads of pictures. Climbing Longs Peak is so far my only defined "must do" during my stay here in Boulder, Co.
Preparing for the trip, I did my first 13er in July on Mount Audubon and after Morten arrived we climbed an easy 14er called Mount Bierstadt. This was a few weeks ago and since we didn't feel the altitude very strongly I was confident about trying my luck with Longs Peak. After reading multiple trail descriptions, Morten wasn't very convinced that this was a good idea. Up to the last day, I was not sure whether we would end up not going. On Wednesday we had pretty bad weather in Boulder and when I called the rangers backcountry office on Friday they said that it had snowed and that there was some snow and ice in a steep part of the route called The Trough but also that it was avoidable. How much was "some" snow? Was this now only a hike for people experienced with cramp ons and ice picks? This information did not pull our confidence in the right direction. Luckily, the forecast promissed us a clear sky and temperatures above freezing during daytime. We hoped that the snow would melt away and agreed to continue as long as we felt safe. And thankfully, the day of departure came with sunshine and good mood.
On Saturday we got our backcountry permit (permission to sleep in tent in designated areas of the park) and the ranger assured us that there was not too much snow up there. He had just been up the same week. He also showed us the route on a 3D model and said that it was more than 2 years ago any major incidents had occured. Longs Peak is a very visited mountain and on clear weekends 100s visit each day July-September "when the window is open" and there's not too much snow. We felt much better after talking to the ranger and went back to the car. We had double parked in this rather large parking lot and had to drive quite a while down the road to find a spot for parking. It seemed that most of Colorado's outdoor enthusiasts had chosen to climb Longs Peak this day...

The trip to the Boulder Field where the camping site is located is a 7 mile (10 km) hike. It is a nice long stretch of slow inclination and the Boulder Field is where the hike gets technical. With is location at 12750 ft (3,9 km) it is pretty high and many do not sleep well due to the thin air and sometimes strong winds. The first few miles were in pine forest and the intoxicating smell of butterscotch from the ponderosa pine with its orange stems followed us along the trail. As we went higher yellow aspens started to dot the pines with their beautiful fall colors. The trees got shorter and after a creek crossing a sign reminded us of the dangers of severe weather.

So many hazards... Courtesy of Morten
The next mile or so the forest was replaced with alpine tundra. Golden grasses, small bushes in red and yellow and large rocks decorated the scenery.

Alpine tundra and to the right a sneak peak of Longs Peak. Courtesy of Morten
Longs Peak became visible from the east side as we aproached the trail fork to Chasm lake which lies right beneath a vertical face of Longs Peak called The Diamond. Many climbers have tried to climb the diamond, some with luck. The first woman to succeed was a famous climber, Agnes Vaille. It took her 4 tries and in January 1925 she finally succeeded. The climb up took 25 hours and after that she was so exausted that she couldn't go on. Her partner, Kiener went for help, but she froze to death before he and a rescue party got back to her. Kiefner, lost toes, fingers and even a foot from frostbite. He eventually became an alpine botanic professor and continued to climb mountains. A cabin shelter has been put up by Vailles family at the keyhole so others might have a chance to survive the mountain.
We continued behind a mountain pile of loose rock and lost sight of Longs until we passed the peak and climbed a few switch backs before arriving at the Boulder Field where the view offered us mountain ranges to one site and the keyhole with the Agnes Vaille cabin just below it. We cooked our great freeze-dried food and went to bed when it got dark.

Cooking in our little stone lot. I am so happy I brought my "bearskin" hat. Note the bear canister, it's mostly protecting the food from pikas and marmots. We enjoyed the view of The Keyhole to the far right. Courtesy of Morten 
My light 2 kg tent had to endure a night of increasing wind and I was anxious to see how it would perform. The inner tent is almost only mosquito net... We were in bed at 9 pm and at 12 I still hadn't slept at all. I didn't feel sleepy at all and wondered if it was the excitement or the thin air. I think I slept a little the rest of the night and so did Morten. The wind picked up but the tent withheld. We got up a bit later than intended and set off at 7:15.

Morning glory
Morten at the top of the Boulder Field, just below The Keyhole

Me in the middle of The Keyhole. Courtesy of Morten.

The wind was firce in The Keyhole. We were almost scared to blow of the mountain. A hiker who was on his way back assured us that once we got off the opening there was alsmost no wind. We were very happy to hear that and continued 5 feet onto the other side of the mountain and hiked a shallow part called The Ledges.

View of The Ledges. We were happy that we brought plenty of warm clothes. Courtesy of Morten.



Here's a pic of Morten at The Narrows and one from a bit further on. Notice the carefull woman in a black jacket and her nochelant husband with his hands in his pocket. The difference between the first climb and "oh, I've done it before".


In case you don't know which way you are going, here's some guidance

And we made it to the top


Courtesy of Morten

Pika!
So cute and so fast!

Majestic towers

Do you see the trail?
After climbing Longs Peak we had a nice and fast lunch at the tent, pack our stuff and went on our way. What had taken us 7 hours up only took 3 hours down. I was in a good mood and feeling energized. The backpack didn't seem heavy at all. However, when we made it to the pine forest I was pretty tired and my knees too. Now Morten was the energized group leader and we didn't have too many breaks. When we got down I invited Morten for a victory dinner at a restaurant and inn that had grand views of Longs Peak.
Needless to say - today we are having a hard time making our legs transport us from A to B. Today it is snowing on Longs. It was an extraordinary experience and I am very happy we did it and that we had our luck with the Holm talent of planing trips in perfect weather. 

torsdag den 30. august 2012

A week of encounters

It's a wild life here in Boulder! Things are happening all the time.

Last weekend we went up to Hessie Trailhead in the Indian Peaks Wilderness and tried our 4WD new Ford Bronco, which was awesome - like riding a rollercoaster. The views were stunning and I promise to upload pics soon.

On Tuesday we each got 2 free tickets because our French, hilarious movie The Intouchables which we watched with the psych hiking club was delayed.

Yesterday we spend $550 on food, gear and outdoor clothing at REIs and saved 100s of dollars with their Labour Day sale (Labour day Sep 3rd)

Turns out I just missed this fella today on my 7 a.m. morning run.


And on Sunday I have a date with Obama (don't worry, Morten will be there too).

Crazy, crazy. And I wonder why I never have time to update my blog and write you guys a proper email. Tsk tsk.

søndag den 12. august 2012

External stay in Boulder, Colorado

June 26th - July 26th 2012
The reason
Finally, the day I had been waiting for for two years arrived. I moved to Boulder, Colorado as part of my PhD study at KU. Protein pharmaceutics just took one step up the coolness ladder as I will now be working with protein pharmaceutics at high hydrostatic pressures. For those of you not in the protein world, it's like befriending superman. In this case he (the high pressure) saves proteins from the death of aggregation and even restores them back to good, healthy, refolded proteins. It is rather awesome and I am looking forward to cool experiments in Ted Randolph's lab.

Arriving to the wildfire
Smoky morning at 5 a.m.
My roommate the first few weeks, Mel, kindly picked me up at Denver International Airport and we chatted during the 45 min ride back to Boulder. The mountains were hazy, but as we approached the city it became obvious that smoke was making its way down canyon openings. The mountains were on fire! Driving through Boulder, a pleasent smell of wood burning in a fire place reached us. When we got out of the car the air was blue from dispersed smoke and we had heard on the radio that South Boulder was on a preevacuation notice. People had to come home from their holidays and pack valuables and personal belongings, ready to evacuate. Precausion was key because wildfires were roaring in Colorado, with a part of Colorado Springs being consumed by flames (and Fort Collins) was on alert too.
From my window I followed the fire at Bear Peak
Bear peak as a vulcano
which is one of the most distinctive peaks visible in Boulder. Every night the fire had moved to a new place. Huge numbers of fire fighters came to Boulder and stayed in Schools etc. They dropped red ammoniumphosphate onto the fires to sufficate the flames. Boulder had just hit 104F (40C) a few days before and broken all heat records. It was hot, dry and with most afternoons thunder came dispersing lightning and only little water. It was the high season for wild fires and all grills, open fires and fireworks were canceled. The turmoil lasted about a week until the fire department declared the fire under control. We continued to see small smoke stribes every second day for a week.

Twilight view from my room
Same view at night

Mel and the psych hiking club
Melanie is Canadian with parents from England and Germany. Many of her coworkers in the neuroscience field are international postdocs and phd students. They often refer to themselves as the psych hiking club because they go on shorter or longer hiking trips - though, usually only one day at a time. I only got to have this fantastic roommate for 3 days, before she went on a long trip to Europe. Luckily for me she left me her friends and we have had much fun and social life together.
Goodbye and introduction dinner at a pizza restaurant.
From left: Marina, ES; Marieke, NL; Mel, Ca; Jess, US; Nic, FR and my self
Before the first hike near Breckenridge @ Snickerdoo Mountain
Snickerdoo Mountain - My first thirteener (13,000 ft = 3,962 m)

Unexpected visit from a good friend
My friend and coworker, Mette, is currently doing her external stay at Kansas University (KU) in the neighbouring state. I had been trying to reach her for days after my arrival, but her American number seemed to only work through Viber in Denmark and not with a normal American phone number. My first Friday night she called me and apologized that she hadn't called back. She just passed through Boulder and was on the way back to Kansas with her boyfriend. What? Why Boulder? And why hadn't she called if she was in Boulder? Turned out that Lawrance, Kansas was so hot and had so little to offer for tourists that her and Jan rented a car and went hiking 10 hours west in what is actually the Boulder backcountry: Nederland and James park. They were just half an hour out of Boulder so I pursuaded them to come back although they were driving the whole night to catch a flight back to Denmark the next day. Mette has been in the states since March and it was fantastic to see her again. Jan had come here for a conference + quality time and they were so cute.
After their visit I felt lonely and drained from energy - possibly still jetlagged, I decided to skip the New Belgium (free) beer and short movie event that a colleauge of mine had invited me to the same day. The only low key night I have had in Boulder followed accompanied by multiple episodes of the TV show Mad Men.

Boulder creek path and tubing
I live in Family Housing which is a branch of university housing. We are perfectly situated between campus and Pearl Street, right next to the most beloved cycling path here: The Boulder Creek Path. It starts in the mountains and runs east through town. It is shared between pedestrians and bikers. Paved and adventurous. Just a 6 minutes ride takes me to east campus where my lab is. Boulder is a great bike city. Once you've figured out which roads to take (and which to avoid), travel by bike is safe and fast. I never had a mountain bike before, but was determined to get one "just in case" I would go for a ride in the mountains. I simply love it!
So lush

Always twisting a winding



Hanging out at Boulder Creek (Path)
The creek is also subject to tubing. On a really hot day before my arrival Tubing to work day was initiated by a Bouldarian in a suit.
http://www.dailycamera.com/news/boulder/ci_20973122/boulders-tube-work-day-best-commute-ever
Firmly decided to go tubing, I bought 6 tubes for me and the psych hiking club. After airing them the tubes very huge and barely fit into the commute car I got though the university carshare deal. I soon discovered that they were not nearly as big, though, as they should have been. The blue marks on my butt after Mette and I did our virgin voyage on the creek were good proof (sorry, no photage!)


Goofing out at the sun heated wall of my building after ½ an hour of tubing

torsdag den 26. april 2012

Jeg er på biofysikkursus i Tromsø. En af de rigtig gode ting ved at være PhD studerende er kombinationen af arbejde og rejser. Basel – fluorescenskursus; Colorado – konference; Tromsø – biofysikkursus og til sommer Colorado – external stay. Jo, det er ret dejligt. Nu tabte jeg jo i lodtrækningen om at komme på Farmas sommerskole i Parma, Italien, så jeg måtte jo finde mig en anden ”sommerskole”. Sommerskolerne på de græske øer og andre eksotiske steder var mest inden for strukturbiologi, som er mit nabofelt. Tromsø havde for to år siden et junikursus i termodynamik og biofysik - lige det, jeg søgte, så jeg meldte mig gladelig til dette kursus i det arktiske bl.a. i håbet om at se midnatssolen. Da kurset senere blev annonceret til mediomarts, røg mit humør ned. Øv! Mellem nordlys og midnatssol. For et par uger siden fandt jeg dog ud af, at marts faktisk er den bedste måned til at spotte nordlys, for der er der en kombination af høj aktivitet og godt vejr. Da sekretæren opfordrede os til at tage ski med, lød det hele jo endnu mere lovende. Vejrudsigten lovede desværre ti dystre dage med konstant overskyet og nedbør med temperaturer omkring smeltepunktet (når man gerne vil have sne, er det vel smeltepunktet og ikke frysepunktet man frygter...). De første tre dage boede jeg på B (Bed without Breakfeast), hvor Odd, som passede huset på det stærkeste opfordrede mig til at gå i spar og købe fjordrejer, "for de var meget billige".

Nordlysjagt 1 - fredag d. 9. marts 2012

Humor
Jeg er spændt på om der mon kommer nordlys i aften. Vejrudsigten er god og lover aktivitet på 5-6. Det er desværre overskyet. Jeg hygger mig med nyindkøbte rejer, mens jeg nyder udsigten fr første sal i Cecilies hus på en skråning i Tromsø. Kl. 20.30 kan jeg se stjerner, men ikke rigtig noget nordlys. Det skal gå i en linie øst-vest, men jeg er i tvivl om det kan ses fra husets vinduer. Jeg går udenfor i strømpesokker og med strakt hals kigger jeg lige op forbi taget. Der er nordlys! En tyk og en tynd grøn stråle over himlen. Fantastisk! Jeg skynder mig op og tager alt mit varme tøj på, koger vand til te og pakker kamera og kamerastativ ned. Da jeg kommer ud er der ikke noget nordlys at se mellem skyerne. Det kan være det kommer igen. Jeg går ned til busstoppet, hvor bussen i aftentimerne kører hver halve time. Den går om 15 minutter. Nu udspiller der sig noget af en dans på himlen. De to striber, jeg så før er ingenting i sammenligning. De har delt sig i flere striber og bevæger sig mellemhurtigt frem og tilbage. Nogle slår ud og former en bue. Men jeg er inde i byen og lysforureningen gør lysene svage og skyerne blæser hurtigt forbi. På vej i bussen møder jeg et sveitisk par. De er også på vej ud til Fageren, en "mørk" plet på Tromsøen, hvor der kun er en universitetsbygning, vist nok en målestation. Det er anden gang de er her. Vi går forbi målestationen og ned til nogle barakker ved vandet. Her er vi skærmet fra nogle gadelygter, men vi kan se byen på den anden side af sundet; den del af Tromsø, hvor den arktiske katedral ligger. Skyerne blæser hurtigere forbi. Det er koldt og også en del blæsende på jorden. Vi ser glimt af nordlys, men der er for mange skyer til at kunne tage ordentlige billeder. Skyerne giver billederne et orange skær. Efter et par timer tager vi hjem.

Tromsø, tredjedagen søndag d. 11. marts 2012

Det har nu sneet et døgn næsten uafbrudt. Det er akurat tø. Der er vel 10 cm ekstra nu og landskabet er blevet stille. Det er ikke så svært at stå fast mere. Tøsne + løs sne er et bedre underlag end is + tøsne, som det var da jeg kom. Tromsø har normalt til et koldere klima med permanent frost hele vinteren. De har haft en våd vinter i år og der ligger ikke så meget sne. Bjergtoppene er delvist blottede. Selv om det er et andet vejr end de er vandt til, så er de beredt. Bussen er punktlig til minuttet. Ind i mellem kommer en sneskraber forbi og skubber hvid eller brun tøsne ind til siden. Mange folk rydder deres indkørsel med en lille snesuger af en gravko, der sender sneen op i luften og 5 m til siden.
Der bor 65.000 mennesker her. Så Tromsø er en stor by ude på landet – eller mere passende – i vildmarken. Der er mange charmerende træhuse med snorlige udskærringer på gavlen. Mest karakteristisk er at de alle har hvert deres særpræg.
Tromsø blev officiel by i 1794 og er i dag en intellektuel by med hovedandelen af jobsene placeret på universitetet (UiT) og sygehuset (UNN). Tromsø ligger så langt mod nord at det i gamle dage var mere almindeligt at handle mel, salt og hamp mod skind og tørret fisk med russerne end med sydligere nordmænd og resten af Europa. Det var russerne, der i flere hungersår redede Tromsingerne med korn fra deres lagre. Russerne har været en fast del af sommerbybilledet og handelslivet siden 1500 tallet, men enddog (alligevel) ser man – som for 100 år siden – i dag stadig skævt til russerne. Tromsingerne er flinke, venlige og hjælpsomme, og taler gerne med folk fra både og skibe, som lægger til her, men russerne går man stadig i en lang bue uden om. Byens fotomuseum Perspektivet  har en udstilling om besætningen på en russisk fiskekutter fra Arkhangelsk, der fisker i de norske farvande, og den handler bl.a. om hvordan deres (manglende) forhold med nordmændende er. Den almene opfattelse er at resignationen er uvidenhed. Som en af dem sagde: ”Mennesker i hele verden vil gerne leve i fred med deres omgivelser og være sammen med deres familie. Sådan er vi også”. Det står i kontrast til fordommen om den grove russer, der altid har drukket for meget vodka.

Nordlysjagt 2 - onsdag d. 14. marts 2012

Helene og jeg tager afsted mod Fagereng ved ottetiden. Hun har aldrig set nordlys, selv om hun er fra Bergen og følger tæt med i nordlysmeldingerne fra Alaska universitets geocenter [link]. Hun har endda downloaded deres nordlys app. Det er skyet og sner indimellem. Idag er nordlysene brede og utydelige. Vi er ofte i tvivl om det er skyer og Helene konkluderer aftenen med at sige at hun ikke er overbevist. Slukørede tager vi hjem halv ti og håber at resten af vores ophold i Tromsø vil give os bedre muligheder.

Nordlysjagt 3 - lørdag d. 17/3 2012

Kineserne og Lukas spørger om jeg vil med ud og spise og i byen. Jeg er træt og trænger til at være mig selv. Da jeg havde en sen frokost er jeg ikke rigtig sulten kl. halv syv. Jeg takker nej, og går ind på mit hotelværelse. Kl. 19 banker det på døren. Det er de tre. Der er masser af nordlys udenfor, selv om der kun er meldt moderat aktivitet (niveau 3), så de spørger om jeg vil med ud til Fagereng? Tja, deres humør smitter og jeg er blevet omvendt. Vi skynder os ned til byen for at få en rullekebab to go. 79 kr. pr stk. Værsgo, norske priser. Fyren i biksen er flink men uendeligt langsom. Bussen går om 2 minutter og de andre signallerer at nu kommer bussen. Jeg får ikke alt den salat, jeg gerne vil have i kebabben, for jeg skal nå bussen. Først kommer 42, så 37 og lige bagefter 34'eren som vi skal med. Jeg kunne nok godt have nået at få mere salat i, men hvad pokker. Unibarakkerne er næsten overbefolkede da vi kommer. Der står 3 grupper mennesker og med den næste bus kommer der endnu flere. Senere kommer der to høje fyre med store kamerastativer ind fra den lange stenbro. Dem havde vi slet ikke opdaget. Den helt klare himmel er i løbet af busturen blevet til halvt overskyet og man skal være hurtig på udløseren, hvis man skal have et billede af nordlysene uden skyer. Jeg har min kamerafod med og tager en del billeder. Da nordlysene forsvinder efter 3 kvarter giver jeg Tiger min tripod. Han har også et DSLR kamera, men ikke noget stativ. Han må låne det under næste nordlysudbrud. Vi søger læ oppe ved målestationen og spiser vores kebabber. Det småregner/sludder og vi drikker lidt af min te. Det klarer lidt op og vi går ned til barakkerne igen. Når nordlyset ikke ligger i klare striber er det spredt over et bredere område og er meget svært at se. Det ser nærmest gråt ud og vi tror oftere at det er slørskyer end nordlys. Vores kameraer siger noget andet. De ser bedre end vi gør (med 30 sek. eksponeringstid). Vi ser svage nordlysstriber, men det er dækket af de mange skyer og vi får ikke flere billeder. Kl. 22.30 tager vi hjem, opstemte over de gode billeder, vi har fået i kassen under første halvleg. Bagefter tager vi på Blue Rock café og får nogle dyre fadøl. De billigste koster 87 kr. Helene og hendes kæreste slutter sig til os og jeg forundres over at det åbenbart er her alle Tromsøs overvægtige unge mødes. I bybilledet ser man dem ikke.

Kurset
Kurset har vist sig at leve rigtig godt op til min forventning – bortset fra alt det praktiske og logistiske, som praktisk taget ikke har fungeret. Forelæserne er engagerede og velforberedte om end ret nervøse. Der er en rar atmosfære på universitetet. Man kan godt mærke at man er langt mod nord (ude på landet) selv om man er på et universitet med et internationalt forskningsmiljø. Der er en afslappethed og mangel på hast, men dog med en kontrast, idet forskerne her som alle andre steder er præget af det prestations- og publikationspres, der ligger på forskere over hele verden.

Det er fedt at vi er kommet mere i dybden med mange af de ting, som jeg normalt synes, man kun får skrabet i overfladen… Jeg har fået kamp til stregen med termodynamikken og det kræver nok lige et par timer i soloselskab med noterne og en tegneblok, før jeg helt forstår alt det, vi gennemgik. Termodynamik kan godt være lidt hardcore at forstå helt og det skal have lidt kvalitetstid, før det synker ind. Det var nogle dejlige timer. Værre var det at have timer om bufferoptimering, aggregering og forhindring af dette. Av, det var en skæbnetime. Jeg var nærmest helt knust bagefter, for jeg havde fundet mindst 5 ting, som jeg nu gør forkert/har ignoreret/bør optimere. Det vil tage et par måneder at lave alle de karakteriserende baggrundsforsøg og få afdækket de forholdsregler, som jeg bør tage inden jeg udfører mine biofysiske forsøg – tid som jeg ikke har. Suk. Hvad har jeg dog lavet hele min PhD? Hvor har min hjerne og mit vid været? Hvorfor er der ikke nogen der har fortalt mig, at jeg burde have gjort ting anderledes og taget de og de forholdsregler? Nu er jeg da i hvert fald blevet klogere på mit system og fundet mange ting, jeg kan prøve. Nu skal jeg bare have sat system i det hele og – urgh – danne mig et overblik over mine muligheder og min tid. Jeg har fået mere gåpåmod nu mod slutningen af kurset, end jeg havde, da jeg kom. Oplevelsen af mit PhD blowout – jeg havde forladt en synkende skude, hvor koncentrationsmålinger ikke stemte overens med de resultater jeg fik, gjorde at jeg ikke har kunne tage mig sammen til at arbejde om aftenen – heller ikke de dage, hvor vi kun har haft en eller to timer. Jeg har simpelthen holdt ferie resten af tiden. Jeg tror det har været godt. Både for mig og for Helene af Bergen, der kørte i meget højt selvdiciplinsgear, da vi startede. Det er vigtigt at stoppe op en gang imellem og give slip. Få det hele lidt på afstand og få nyt perspektiv på tingene. Helene og jeg har rigtig mange ting til fælles. Vi klikker rigtig godt både socialt og fagligt. De første to dage tømte vi min lommelærke med whisky, mens vi diskuterede vores projekter, det hårde liv som ph.d.-studerende (stakkels os!), hvordan man finder gejsten ved sit projekt, pleaserlyst og hvornår og hvor meget man skal holde fri. Vi har begge observeret en del på hinandens styrker, til begges positive overraskelse. Hvem siger at ros ikke er godt? Vi har normalt en tendens til at fokusere på de ting, som vi ikke er gode til, i stedet for det som går fint eller endda det, vi faktisk er gode til. What an energy drain! De positive observeringer har været et tilbagevendende indslag under vores dyre måltider (Tromsøpriser > Norske priser) og sceniske busture. En af Helenes største observeringer af mig er min evne til at slappe af og slippe projektet. Hun er meget imponeret over, at jeg er så afslappet. Men sådan er jeg jo ikke normalt. Det skyldes nok i høj grad det blowout, jeg havde lige inden jeg tog afsted. Min nøje planlagte tidsplan for de endelige forsøg holdt ikke pga. det med koncentrationen, og så spillede DSC’en mig et puds, så jeg ikke fik min måling og måtte rengøre den i 4 dage. Sikke en afslutning. Sideløbende har jeg den sidste måned også ærgret mig over, hvordan jeg kunne vrisse af min mor og skyndt mig at afslutte samtalen, fordi jeg ikke lige syntes, jeg havde 3 minutter til at snakke med hende, når jeg sad på uni tirsdag aften kl. 20 - eller et hvilket som helst andet tidspunkt, hun kunne finde på at ringe. Hvad sker der med mig? Hvad tager man med sig, når man tager videre? Er det de ekstra timer i lab eller er det personlige samvær? Dette er spørgsmål, der har fyldt meget i mit hovede i dagene op til afrejsen, og det er nok en af hovedgrundene til, at jeg tager mit projekt mere afslappet heroppe. Jeg har brug for at være HER og at give lidt slip på projektet.

Nordlysjagt 4 - tirsdag d. 20/3-2012

Helene af Bergen havde endnu ikke set nordlys i sit liv – ud over dagen før gennem sit hotelvindue.
Cafeterieudsigt!
De havde lovet aktivitet 3, som egentlig ikke er så meget, men i Tromsøområdet er ganske fint og der var for en gangs skyld helt stjerneklart. Vi tog afsted lidt over otte. Ud til Fagereng, som sædvanligt. Denne gang dog med bus 37 som kører direkte fra hotellet og stopper lidt inde på øen. Vores ”opdagelsestur” ned til vandet viste sig at være den direkte rute til vores faste sted ved Tromsø Universitets forsøgscenter. Fint nok. Vi overraskede en meget afmålt tysk herre og satte mit grej op under megen sjov og hurlumhej. Det var fint stjerneklart, og da stjernerne begyndte at vise sig og Helene havde været alle stjernetegnene i syd igennem (hun har arbejdet for en eksperimentarium med et tilhørende planetarium) kom nordlysene ret hurtigt. På et tidspunkt blev en stribe bred og delte sig op i meget afmålte zigzagmønstre, der så ud som skrå savtakker. Nordlysene gik helt ned i horisonten og vi fik nogle fine billeder med spejlbilleder. Vi undersøgte utallige steder for at finde det mest optimale fotospot. Senere kom kineserne også. Shau 1 og 2 – eller lille tiger og lille solstråle. Tiger med et imponerende langt og nyindkøbt fotostativ. De var flade af grin begge to. De havde forsøgt at tage på sightseeing, men havde taget bussen den forkerte vej, været forbi lufthavnen og ovre på en af de andre øer. Bagefter var de stået af et forkert sted, som tilfældigvis var lige ved forskningsstationen og dermed kommet ned til os. Nå, men nordlysene var jo fine, så de blev og vi havde det rigtig sjovt. Vi tog et gruppebillede og bagefter udnyttede vi de lange eksponeringstider til at lave ghostbilleder. Et fly, der fløj direkte gennem et af Tigers nordlysbilleder grinte vi også højlydt af og igen da vi fandt ud af at flyet havde blinket og at der derfor var en række pletter på lysstriben med forskellig afstand. Det gav associationer til pendulforsøg i gymnasietiden med prikbånd til at måle accelerationen af en faldende genstand med. Da vi havde været der 2 timer var vi alle bundfrosne, trods flittig visitering af min dejlige termokande. Nordlysene var blevet så svage at vi diskuterede om de var der eller om det var imaginære lysskygger. Vi tog bussen hjem i følgeskab med to englændere, der var kommet for sent til at se nordlyset. Ærgeligt for dem. Da vi stod af bussen viste nordlysene sig igen. Vi gik ned til Polaria-museet, hvor det var lidt mørkere og så et fantastisk flot show. Nordlysene fyldte meget mere nu og der var blandt andet dansende nordlys og nogle som var lilla i bunden. De var meget livlige. Tiger gik amok med sit kamera mens vi andre 3 havde euforiske grineflip – høje på nordlys. Fantastisk afslutning på en dejlig dag!

lørdag den 15. november 2008

Exchange student in Uppsala




I am back! After countless inquiries from friends and family I will now tell you a little about my life in Uppsala, Sweden where I lived as a Nordplus exchange student from September 2008 - January 2009.



Pictures: My study mate and friend Juliaan and I at an introduction party "Reccegask", Lunch break at a canoing trip, Early morning 9 am, friend and "granne" (not granny, but neighbour) Ida and I in togas at our corridor theme part, my sister Kirstine and I in a small, cosy cinema, y and finally 3 chinese girls playing in the snow (last one who is a guy is taking the picture), as someone observed...

Credit: Annika Gianinni

Uppsala has 120.000 inhabitants - by far most of them are connected to Uppsala Universitet (http://www.uu.se/) either as students or teachers and researchers. The university is the oldest in Sweden and even beats Copenhagen University by two years. Actually Copenhagen applied for permission to build the university at the Pope before Uppsala did. Nobody knows why Uppsala had their permission first, but my guess is that the amount of money involved was bigger :-)






The center of the town is cosy. There is a small river, Fyrisåen, running through the center. Cobblestones, old, crooked buildings and loads of bridges connect both sides. When it is still warm, students are hanging out at the river side, studying, talking and relaxing. And from everywhere you can see one of the two symbols of the city, the big cathedral. The other one, the castle can only be seen from the southern part of the center.




This fall the city again introduced "Lights over Uppsala" where special selected buildings were lit with colours and patterns. Before the snow fell and it was getting very dark the lights were heartening. Here are some views of the university main building and the cathedral.




The area here is very, very flat and therefore very homy to this Danish girl. A hiking tour with Norrlands Nations Friluftliv (Student outdoor club), which surprisingly turned out to be only with me, my sister Kirstine and a german guy Lennart, whom I now count as a friend, took us through this beautiful, flat and forestry scenery at one of the many hiking routes of Upplandsleden. Here we spoke a good mixture of Danish, Swedish, English and German which was rather amusing.

If you think I look a bit strange on this picture, I agree. I was worried about my camera. The next picture that was taken - well, let's just say that my camera was not water proof and there was no picture after we recovered it with a 5 m long branch.


The best way to get to know people is to get involved. As I dont think I would survive half a year without singing in a choir, I joined the choir of Gästringe-Helsinke Nation - or in short: GH-kören. Here we sang a very mixed repetoire ranging from Carl Off over romantic folk music (Bellman), to drinking songs, christmas songs, rythmic and even Spider Pig from Simpsons, the movie. Mandatory to each rehersal on thursdays are of course "fika". This fantastic word which I cannot translate - I think it only exist in Sweden - covers everything from sitting down and having a coup of coffee, usually with any type of cake and/or homemade bread such as "smörgåsbord". Almost mandatory are the aftermeetings: going to the pub of either GH or neighbour nation ÖG and have a few quality beers, talking and especially singing. This is probably where I learned the most Swedish during my stay. It is amazing how many party and drinking songs they have in Swedish. We Danes could really learn a thing or two in this perspective. I think I now more or less know GH-körens repetoire of the last 5 years.

High lights with the choir was, of course, the parties: "Älgbal", which was the half annually galla party. I must say WAUW to all the fancy dresses and the suits the guys where wearing. Fantastic experience for this princess wannabe. Needless to say that the guys were true gentlemen and gave me all the attention I deserved - maybe a bit too much. Most people know how to dance Foxtrot and you can now count me as one of those people. Since it was the moose (älg) that was the theme, we had 4 different types of "älgkött". Very tasty!
Here is also a picture of our two biologists: Martin and my German friend Susi.


A smaller, but not less important party was "Luccegasken" which basicly is a prechristmas party in the honour of Lucia. Guess who got to be the Lucia... I can only say that standing 1 meter from a crowd, singing in a concert is hard when candles are dripping on your face...